TOXIC RELATIONSHIPS AMONG CAMPUS STUDENTS
I remember what old school love felt like for me. Well, not really, but I felt it through my elder brother’s love letters. These letters were split into two: the first section, where a lover poured out his heart on a fancy paper (if he really loved you, he would write two pages), and the ‘bigups’ section, where greetings and short love messages from his peers to the girls’ school. They spoke in song form; Westlife and Backstreet Boys symbolised the golden age—the more than sufficient expression of love. I know that anyone who went to a school function looked forward to two things: making a new friend and getting a hug. A hug was simple and docile, but boys were seen as heroes if a girl gave you one. Once you joined university, you studied and maintained focus. You had a vision: study, graduate and settle down. Sex was reserved for marriage and people were conservative. You had sex, got pregnant with the father of your children who was also your husband. That was the plan ba...